Sep 8, 2024
The white ipê blooms when everything seems most arid, reminding us that beauty can appear in the most unexpected moments...✨
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The white ipê blooms when everything seems most arid, reminding us that beauty can appear in the most unexpected moments...✨
The thing i miss the most is the end of the year and the Ipês cycle in the cerrado.
Ipê Branco.
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Tags: Alternate Universe, Canon-Typical Violence, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Angst, Fluff, Jealousy, Slow Burn (ish), Smut, Dubious Consent, Sex Pollen, Rick Flag Lives, Peacemaker dies, Happy Ending.
Chapter 1.
Chapter 6 – My name.
Summary: Prim and Rick give in to their primal desires. Although they could blame it on the sex pollen, they know deep down that the undeniable attraction that lurks underneath their skins took the opportunity to manifest.
T.W.: Smut / Dubious Consent / Sex Pollen.
Rick felt her fingernails on his scalp. Her fingers massaging his skin and bringing him in to deepen their kiss.
Her lips tasted like honey, and her skin felt smooth as silk under his touch. Her scent the only thing his nose could smell. Like an addict, he buried it in the crook of her neck, nibbling on the warm skin. When a whimper left her mouth and reached his ears, his hand flew to her hair, grabbing a handful of soft silver curls and pulling it back, exposing more of her neck and the valley of her breasts. His lips touched hers, but he denied the kiss. He bit her lower lip and felt her body trembling under his touch. His tongue grazed where he had bit and next he sucked it deliciously slowly.
Rick stared her down from all his height. Her eyes remained closed, but he read ecstasy on her features. His fingers grabbed her cheeks in a silent order to look at him. When she obeyed, only lust in the depth of the green forest of her bewitching eyes stared back at him.
A sudden urge to hear her beg came over him. Beg for him. Beg for his name in the air. Declare she was his.
Her hands made their way down to the hem of his t-shirt, her eyes desperately searching his. Rick felt her nails grazing his stomach when she started to lift the fabric, but his hands stopped hers locking her in place, unable to touch him. His nose lifted her chin up, forcing her to keep her eyes up at him.
He smiled. A wicked and mischievous smile. “Not so fast, Sunshine.” He grabbed her ass and pulled her up to sit her on the table. Her legs circled his hips, and she squeezed him, eliciting a sinful moan to leave his mouth. A moan she shut down with a needy kiss.
Prim’s legs circled his hips in a perfect fit. Her hands found the hem of his t-shirt again and pulled it up in a hurry, not giving him time to stop her. She wanted to admire him, caress the muscles hidden behind his clothes. Kiss and bite down hard on his skin, but the need to touch, feel, and taste was too much, so she opted for kissing him.
She cupped his cheeks when he nosed his way down her chin to the hollow of her neck. One of his hands keeping her head still and the other trailed her knee up to her thigh, bringing the skirt of her dress up, making her shiver with the cold air, and resting on the curve of her hip. His warm fingers caressing her skin and his soft lips leaving ghost kisses under the dress’s strap. With his teeth, he pushed the thin fabric over her shoulder to have more space to torture her with his delicate pecks.
Trying to coax him to do something, anything, Prim held a handful of his hair and pressed his head against her shoulder, and felt him nibble there and nothing else. Frustrated, she squeezed her legs around him and heard him chuckle. “Need something?” He whispered on her heated skin, and she felt a surge of pleasure course through her body. She knew he had noticed how her body responded to his touch by the way a quiet grunt reached her ears and his hips pressed against her hips. His clothed erection rubbed against her clit, making her eyes roll. She forgot how to breathe when he locked eyes with her and ordered on her lips, “Use your words, Sunshine.” It was all it took for incoherent words to spill out of her mouth.
“I need you, Mr. Colonel Flag, I-” Prim felt him trembling against her, but he did not give her what she needed. She dug her nails on his naked back until she left crescent moons as a warning.
“My name.” His left fingers on her hair, the right ones clutching at her thigh. “I want to hear you beg.” He bit the crook of her neck and licked it afterward, and her mind became clay in his fingers. Molding and taking form under his touch, just like he had been under hers. “Say my name and beg, Sunshine.”
“Please,” was the only thing she could say. She could think.
“Please, what?” His eyes watching his pale hand caressing the inside of her amber thigh, slowly making its way to where she needed him the most.
“Rick, plea-” She never finished her sentence because his mouth devoured hers and his thumb pressed against her clit. Her body lit like fireworks, and she surrendered herself to him.
It had been a long time since Prim had been with someone, and she wouldn’t last long if he kept up the pressure. Rick arched towards her when her nails scratched his back on their way down and over his hips until they found the button of his pants. She unbuttoned it with no patience or time to waste and reached inside his pants, circling his cock with her warm fingers.
He bucked against her hand and grunted on her lips. The hand holding her head came to grab her cheeks. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” he warned her with bite in his voice. His lips ghosting hers and his breath on her face.
“Or what?” She stared at his hazel eyes. A hint of mischief behind her defiant tone and a small smile playing at the curve of her lips.
“Sunshine,” he warned her again, but his words became a loud moan in her mouth when he closed his eyes, feeling her hand stroke him lazily. “Prim,” in his voice a plea, one she was more than happy to oblige.
She bit his lower lip and held his cock with both hands, with one thumb circling the head, spreading the precum. Prim moaned when he pushed her underwear to the side and inserted his long thick finger inside her.
Rick soon found the spot that made her body shiver and her mind go blank. His finger massaged it, and she gasped loudly, making him grin before kissing her. The orgasm she had been chasing since he first laid his fingers on her approaching, and she opened her mind to welcome it with utmost abandon.
Rick stopped kissing her when he felt her legs trembling around his hips and her walls squeezing his fingers. The hitch in her breathing and the whimper escaping her mouth music in his ears. His name leaving her lips in a quiet final moan, his abdication.
He followed her and felt his body trembling under her touch. With closed eyes, he nested his head in the crook of her neck, inhaling deep her tempting scent, committing it to memory for all eternity.
Rick wanted to trail her body with the tips of his fingers and find every ticklish spot on her skin. He wanted to find the ones that made her say his name in the tone that made him forget about the world and focus on her pleasure alone. Made her see stars because of him. Made her wanting, needing him as much as he wanted her.
“Rick…” Her voice so low, he would have not heard if his ear wasn’t so close to her lips. Her hands on his shoulders gently pushing him away. Her tone making him frown in worry and his heart sadden. Feeling the loss of something he couldn’t name. “Mr. Colonel Flag.” Her hands cupping his cheeks, forcing him to part from her.
When his eyes landed on hers, she averted his gaze, and bit her lip. Tucking a curl behind an ear. “We should-” He noticed the way she pushed the skirt lower, trying to cover her legs and having trouble because he was still between them. Her eyes never on him. “I-” She crossed her arms over her chest.
“I am so sorry, Prim.” His tone as embarrassed as his face. “I don’t know what came over me.” He took a step back and lifted a hand to help her down the table, but she refused to look or touch him. “I-I…” He turned his back to her. Fumbling to close his pants and think about what had happened. “There was a plant with tentacles. I remember killing it. There was gas-” His eyes opened wide, and he searched the floor until he found the broken jar.
On the lid, two words were written, but only the second was readable, and he read it aloud, “- pollen.” Prim flinched and ran her fingers over her wild curls.
“Sex pollen.” Her voice so tiny, he only heard because he was paying attention. “It is one of Poison Ivy’s abilities. To influence people to comply to her wishes.” She sighed and walked back to him. Standing by his side and taking the lid in her hands. “A few years ago, a group of scientists captured her and created the sex pollen from the ability. I don’t know exactly how it’s made, but whoever comes in contact with the gas has an uncontrollable urge to have sex.” He noticed her breath trembling and how she sighed, trying to retake control of it. “It has different effects on different people. Some say they have this feeling of imminent death if they don’t have sex, which never happens. Some lose complete control and attack the first thing in front of them. It does not matter; it will make the victim seek some sort of relief.” She threw the lid on the ground, and he watched as vines started invading the place. “We should get out of here before this old shed falls down on us.” Without much to say, he followed her outside, where they watched it crumble down.
“I’m sorry, Prim.” He ran his fingers over his hair. “I never-“
“It’s okay. It wasn’t your fault, or anyone’s really. Let’s just forget about it and pretend it never happened, shall we?” She smiled at him, but all he could do was feel a tug at his heart. A part of him slipping away.
“Of course,” he agreed without losing a beat. Giving her a smile of his own. “Let’s head back to the camp and tell everyone that you saved me from some tentacle plant.” He watched as Prim nodded and glanced back at the destroyed shed before taking a step beside him.
Her presence comforting and troubling at the same time. His mind telling him to forget what had happened and continue on with the mission, but his heart wanted to embrace her tightly and promise he would never allow anything bad to happen to her. She was safe with him.
Maybe the feeling of loss and desperation was a side effect from the pollen but if it wasn’t… If it was his heart trying to tell him she was special and his mind using logic to dismiss the idea, he would always have the memory of her in his arms. Her mouth calling his name and his fingers leading her to paradise.
Rick glanced at her out of the corner of his eye and didn’t stop his lips from curving up.
Sure, Prim wanted to forget what had happened. None of them could control themselves and only acted on pure instincts. Sex pollen was dangerous, and she wondered why the scientists had it. What terrible things were they planning?
Although she wanted to rationalize what the hell was going on in the island, her mind kept reminding her of his scent. Of his voice whispering in her ear and the taste of him. Her body craved his touch and his lips on her skin. Somewhere deep down she knew she shouldn’t be feeling or thinking like that, but her mind and body seemed to have a life of their own.
Why did she feel so helpless when he readily agreed to her telling him to forget about what had happened? And why did she feel so desolate when he quickly walked away from the only place where she felt alive again? Even if they had no control over their actions, she couldn’t say she wouldn’t miss him.
She took a deep breath and remembered him grunting, moaning, and trembling under her fingers, ensuring she would never forget it.
What had happened might have been wrong with both of them not in complete control with their actions, but they had to admit they were not mindless animals and that deep down they wanted that. Rick to hear her moaning his name and Prim to have Rick making her feel wanted once again.
Thank you for reading!
Next chapter.
THE PEACE YOU NEED IS INSIDE YOUR HEART🤍
The beauty of a white ipê stands out amidst the city🤍🍃
Ipê Branco.
Rick Flag already has a lot to worry about with the group of criminals at his command. But when an unknown woman named Prim volunteers to accompany them, Rick gets lost in his personal world. Despite the risks of his job and the fear of getting hurt again, it is hard for him to not fall in love with her refreshing personality and to not let his protective side try to keep her dangerous secret hidden. As if that isn't enough, he will have to navigate the many miscommunications and his own self-doubting before he can answer her question, "Do you believe in love, Mr. Colonel Flag?"
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Tags: Alternate Universe, Canon-Typical Violence, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Angst, Fluff, Jealousy, Slow Burn (ish), Smut, Dubious Consent, Sex Pollen, Rick Flag Lives, Peacemaker dies, Happy Ending.
Notes: I hope you like what I worked hard to create and enjoy it as much as I do. The story begins in the first movie and ends in the second with different missions and events in between.
I want to thank @isk4649 for being an INCREDIBLE person and beta. I also want to thank the lovely @loverhymeswith for helping me in the first chapters.
Chapter 1 - Sunshine.
Midway City Airport was chaos. Not as much as the city, she reminded herself. The wind picked up, and she welcomed the next person into the tent. The line of victims only seemed to grow. People were not only desperate to seek physical help but also to leave the place. The military shouting at each other a few meters away, and the bunch of misfits between them was not helping to calm anyone's nerves.
She applied the bandage on the man's leg when a blue bird flew into the tent, dropping a beautiful dandelion onto her lap. Her eyes fell on the yellow flower only to follow the bird leaving a few seconds later. Smiling to the man, she stood up, cleaned her hands, and headed to the lined-up soldiers.
As soon as she left the tent she had to shield her eyes from the sun. Its rays warming her amber skin and hopeful soul. Giving her a rush of confidence.
"Excuse me?" Many eyes looked her way. "I couldn't help but hear your conversation-"
"This isn't a civilian reunion, Lady. If you’ll excuse us." The man narrowed his eyes at her before looking back at the group in front of him.
"I’m sorry.” She took a couple of steps his way, making him glare at her and the others to show many levels of surprise and amusement. “I know, and it’s why I’d like to volunteer-”
“Volunteer?” He asked, surprised. “What exactly do you think is happening here? If you want to volunteer,” his voice was full of sarcasm, “you can go to one of the medical tents over there and-”
“Oh no! I want to go with you guys. I know you are going to stop whatever is causing all of this ruckus.”
Harley lifted her hand before saying, “I think she should come.” She waved to the woman in front of them. “I mean, look at her!” And they did. “She looks as crazy as any of us.”
“You mean as crazy as you, Harley.” Deadshot pointed at them.
“There will be no volunteering,” Rick addressed the group, completely ignoring the woman. “Now get your asses in the helicopter.”
The group walked past her, and Deadshot shrugged her way while Harley mouthed an “I’m sorry.”
The helicopter came to life, and Rick finished his conversation with the pilot. He turned to give the group of criminals his orders when he noticed the woman sitting next to Captain Boomerang and the pair chatting amicably.
“What the fuck are you doing here?” His hands landed on his gun. “And why didn’t any of you let me know she boarded, huh?”
“She said she only wanted to volunteer.” Harley winked at her.
“Look, Flag.” Deadshot started speaking and counting on his fingers. “She’s got no gun and no weapon whatsoever. She’s not even wearing shoes.” When everyone looked at her, she wiggled her toes and smiled at them. “I’m sure she’s not going to cause any problems.”
“She’s a civilian in a suicide mission.” Rick approached her and bent to be face to face with her. “We don’t have time to babysit anyone.”
“Oh no, Mr. Colonel Flag.” Deadshot laughed, Captain Boomerang chuckled, and Harley smiled. “I don’t need anyone looking after me. I promise not to cause any trouble, okay?” She lifted her hand, and he looked at it as if it were an alien. “Pinky promise!” She unabashedly smiled at him.
“Oh my God! How old are you? 5?” He rolled his eyes when her smile fell, and she seemed hurt.
“Just tell Waller we have one more, and let’s get on with it, Flag.” Deadshot didn’t look at him and kept his eyes on the woman.
Flag radioed Waller, and Harley, seeing the woman still had her pinky up, laced her finger with hers. “I’m Harley.” She tilted her head.
“I’m Prim. Nice to meet you!” Prim’s face lit in happiness.
“I like her!” Harley stated to the others.
“Of course you do,” Chato spoke from his isolated place. “Crazy knows crazy.”
“What?” Prim asked with her finger still laced with Harley’s.
“Look, Lady,” Flag started to explain. “If you really want to join our merry group, you’ll still need to get tagged.”
“Sure thing.”
“I wouldn’t be so eager, crazy girl,” Deadshot warned her, but she simply laughed. “What’s so funny?” His brows furrowed.
“I’m not a baby.” Something lurked on the undertone of her words. “Although I’m more used to dealing with children than adults. So I apologize for my childish behavior.”
“Whatever,” Flag said. “You better not do anything funny, or I’ll kill you without a second thought.”
“it’s alright, Mr. Colonel Flag.”
“Don’t call me that. Flag is enough.” He ignored her when she smiled at him.
“Here,” Deadshot handed her a gun, “you’ll need it.”
“Oh no, thanks. I don’t do guns.”
Captain Boomerang faced her. His face had all kinds of questions when he asked her, “You are going on a suicide mission without guns?”
“How are you going to kill the bad guys?” Harley asked, amused.
“I don’t need guns to kill.” Chato, who studied her, noticed a glimpse of something dark deep inside her leaf green eyes. “No one needs guns if they really want to kill someone. What do you think poisons are for?” She smiled at them.
“Or baseball bats.” Harley patted her weapon.
“Or swords,” Slipknot said his first words since the conversation started. His eyes on the katana near Flag.
After the initial commotion, the conversation died down, and Prim looked outside the window. Her eyes on the destruction on the streets and the ring of energy in the sky. She did her best to hide her fingers digging the seat under her and the slight tremble of her legs. Glancing around, she felt the seed of a tiny doubt try to settle in her mind. It had been just a few hours, but Prim knew she would have a lot of work to do.
Lost in thoughts and in awe with the sky turning dark, she didn’t notice the first bullets hitting the helicopter.
When they landed, or more precisely, crashed, she left the helicopter and stood a good few meters away. Panting and making sure she had earth beneath her feet’s soles.
Everyone gathered near her, and Rick called one of the soldiers over, who brought a small black suitcase with him.
“Here,” he said to Prim and opened the case, “this will make sure you don’t do anything stupid. Now let me see your neck.” Harley caressed hers and seemed a bit anguished.
Prim took her time to study what exactly he had in his hands, and when he continued his speech, she approached him. “It’s curious you happened to have an extra with you, no? Afraid one of the others will fail?”
“Wanna put it to the test?” She flinched when he injected her. “I dare you.” He smiled a wicked smile at her.
“Oh no. Just thinking thoughts.” She showed him a smile of her own.
“It can be dangerous, Sunshine.” He threw the injector to the soldier, grabbed his gun, and ordered everyone to follow him.
Closing her eyes and digging her toes into the dirt, she sighed, and before following them, she prayed her decision had been the right one.
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Ipê Branco.
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Tags: Alternate Universe, Canon-Typical Violence, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Angst, Fluff, Jealousy, Slow Burn (ish), Smut, Dubious Consent, Sex Pollen, Rick Flag Lives, Peacemaker dies, Happy Ending.
Chapter 1.
Chapter 15 – Unwanted Sun.
Summary: Prim comes to Rick at the kidnappers' camp, but what she finds causes conflicting feelings to grow in her heart. Fear, frustration, and something else, darker. Rick is happy to see that Prim is alive and well. He also discovers that he's not the only one with feelings... even if those feelings are not what he was expecting. But it's Prim who sets the tone for their relationship going forward.
T.W.: Smut / Jealousy.
Bloodsport held Prim’s arm and pulled her for a brief conversation a few meters from Rick's captors' camp. “I know you want to go in there and kill them all, but we need to do this quietly.”
“I can be really quiet when I have to.” Prim looked him dead in the eyes and down to his hand around her forearm.
Bloodsport tried to organize his words in a way he wouldn’t provoke her. “I know you can. What I’m trying to say is that your emotions are all over the place.” Prim opened her mouth to protest, but he interrupted her. “I understand, I do. But if anything goes wrong. Just for an instant, imagine if anything goes wrong and they hear us coming. What do you think is going to happen to Rick?”
Prim clenched her jaw. Bloodsport could see the cogs turning in her head until she released the breath she had been holding. “You’re right. It’s just that….” She cleaned the sweat from her face. “If anything happens to him, I-”
“Nothing is going to happen.” He gave her arm a reassuring squeeze. “Let us take care of this, okay?”
“I’m not going to sit here and wait!”
“Of course not! I want you to create distractions around the camp. We’ll take advantage of it and kill them for you. How does that sound?”
“Sounds good. Yeah.”
“Right. Now take Cleo and Abner with you and go that way. Peacemaker and I will split here.”
“Okay. What about Nanaue?”
They all looked at King Shark playing with a bug near them. “He can do his own thing. Quietly.” Bloodsport emphasized.
At the end of their conversation, they went their separate ways.
From a distance, Prim could see Peacemaker and Bloodsport in their little competition to see who would kill more people and be the best assassin , which stoked the flame of anger inside her. Moving forward, Prim engaged in a brief fight with three enemies. She urged Cleo and Abner to go ahead.
The pair went ahead, and she engaged the fighters one by one, sneaking her vines around the neck of one man and lifting him to the treetop. The other had his ankles held and thrown against a tree. The last one tried to flee, but Prim used her vine like a whip and split his head in two. Panting and feeling enraged because they dared to delay her, she marched to meet the others.
The team members, minus Prim, gathered at the tent entrance. With slow and quiet steps, they reached the flap, and before Bloodsport opened it, allowing everyone to get in, they heard a woman’s joyful laughter. When they stormed the place, all they could hear was the rhythm of ‘Samba Na Sola’ by Céu.
“DuBois?” Rick’s voice cut the tension in the air.
Still with guns raised and the team behind him ready to fight, Bloodsport answered, “Hey, Flag.”
With a puzzled expression, Rick questioned further. “What the hell are you doing here?”
“Waller told us you were… uh… Are you drinking tea?”
“This is Sol Soria. She’s the leader of the freedom fighters, the resistance trying to take down the current government. They saved my life.”
Lowering his gun, the only thing he could say was, “Oh, wow,” before turning to the other members, “Someone’s going to be pissed.”
“Who are you talking about?” Rick asked, his body tensed.
“Well, You see-”
Prim ripped open the tarp where Nanaue had his head and stared inside. Her fear-filled eyes fell on Rick’s confused ones. In no more than three seconds, she assessed the situation around and closed her eyes, cursing herself. She stalked off with hate irradiating from her.
Giving no one an explanation, Rick went after her. He had to make his way through the dense vegetation before he could get close to her. “Wait! Prim!” He cursed when the small tree branch hit him in the face. Fuck. “Prim!”
They ended up in a small clearing, and Rick held her hand, making her stop. “Take your hands off me.” Why did she worry about him when he clearly didn’t need her? Had he ever needed her? She tried her best to get rid of his grasp, but he squeezed it further, pushing her against a tree.
“Listen to me!” He grabbed both her arms, obligating her to look at him.
She averted from his gaze. “I don’t want to!”
“Please, Prim.” His voice loaded with pleading. “Just, please…” He held her by the waist and buried his nose in her leaves-tangled hair. He was grateful to have her safe in his arms again.
Prim tried to resist but ended up with her face hidden on his chest. She inhaled, filling her lungs, trying to get her shit together. He smelt of sweat and home. Longing and peace. “I thought I had lost you.” Her voice as small as their presence in the forest. “I couldn’t….” She sobbed. “I can’t bear the thought of losing you… any of you.”
Rick cupped her face with trembling hands, lifting her head to look at him. “I’m here.” He cleaned the tears on her cheeks. His finger ghosted the cut on her chin. “I’m here.” He tucked her hair behind her ear.
“I know.” She relaxed her shoulders and held his forearms. Sliding her hands up to his fingers on her neck. “Waller said you got taken, and they were dangerous people. She told us to kill them all….”
“Waller is a manipulative bitch.” His thumbs massaging her jaw. Rick felt Prim calm down in his arms. Her mouth curved into a beautiful smile.
“I know.” She giggled in agreement.
“Look at me.” He asked with gentleness in his voice. His eyes traveling her face. Admiring the shape of her eyes, the curves of her nose, the bewitching way her lips teased him.
Prim did as she was told, and she too observed him. Her fingers traced his eyebrows, his nose, and his lips. “Rick,” she whispered, afraid he would hear her. Her parted lips craving his.
Cupping her face, he declared, “I’m here.” He kissed the top of her head and then her forehead. His lips touched both of her closed eyes with extreme care and went down to the tip of her nose. He skipped the place both wanted with desperation in their hearts. He caressed the cut on her chin with his nose. “I’m here,” he whispered in her mouth and approached his lips to hers, with no hurry in his movement.
His lips touched hers in a ghost of a kiss, barely there. He moved his head to the other side and did it once more, resting his forehead on hers. When he placed his nose beside hers, he heard a soft whimper escaping her lips. Her warm breath tickling his face. Rick brushed his thumb over her lower lip through the tiny space separating their kiss. “I’m always here, Prim.” His nose rubbed against hers. His fingers traveled to her nape, wrapping her curls around them and pulling her close. “Always here.”
He kissed her.
It was like eating cotton candy. Sweet and soft. His lips touched hers, afraid she would vanish. When she opened her mouth to welcome him, he felt at peace. In the only place he had ever belonged. Rick kissed Prim like he had never kissed before. He pulled her face up and deepened the kiss. He wanted to feel her, taste her, live with her.
A future with her flashed before his eyes, and he let his mind chase that dream. His hand trailed her neck all the way down to her lower back and brought her closer to him. A soft moan escaped her, and he pushed her body against the tree. His knee pressed between her legs that parted without reservation. He lifted her and placed her on his thigh. The pressure on her clit made her moan and bite his lower lip.
Prim moved her hips in a circular motion to feel more pressure and heard Rick grunt on her mouth. She held him with a hand on his neck and the other in his hair. His fingers followed the skin on the back of her thigh, leaving a trail of burning desire. They held and squeezed her hip and rested on the small of her back, pulling her down against him.
Rick parted from her lips and bit her chin. Kissing the crook of her neck and biting the skin under her jaw. His huffs and grunts on her ear pushed her over the edge, and she trembled in his embrace. “Rick,” she purred, and felt his lips envelop hers once more and his whole body shaking soon after.
They panted in each other’s mouth, not wanting to part or leave. They had been playing a game for the last months, from which none would ever emerge as the winner, and wanted to rest in the warmth of the other. Rick looked at Prim and saw nothing but his own reflection in her eyes. The only thing he could think about was if the love he saw in them was his or also hers. Maybe from both of them?
Prim smiled at him. She looked tired but pleased. Rick felt her fingers caressing his arm up and couldn’t stop the flinch and grunt that escaped his mouth when she brushed the dressing on his right shoulder.
“I’m sorry!”
“It’s okay. Sol helped me take care of the cut when they saved me from the ambush….”
For a reason Prim could not understand or pinpoint, she felt her jaw clenching. Her eyes stared at his shoulder, and all she could think about was the woman’s fingers touching him. Her teeth ground together, sending an immediate sharp pain to her head. Rick was still speaking, it was clear because his lips were moving, but her mind ignored his words. Instead, her brain decided to focus on the imaginary flirty laughter of an unknown woman.
Prim noticed him trying to get her attention back to him, but all she could think about was the woman touching him. “Yeah, yeah. Sure.” She didn’t try to hide her disinterest. Pushing him away from her and adjusting her dress, she saw Rick lost in confusion. “We better get back. The others are waiting for us.” And with that, she headed back to Sol’s camp. Her mind screaming and fuming. She wanted nothing but to go home.
Rick watched Prim walk away from him. What the fuck? What had happened? One minute she was content in his arms. The next, she pushed him away and pretended like nothing had happened…
If Rick was confused about Prim's feelings towards him before, her behavior there enhanced his turmoil. Every time they were together, she seemed to want him as much as he wanted her. Wasn’t she desperate to find him? Scared she had lost him? Crying because, in her own words, she couldn’t bear the thought of losing him? No!
Rick marched until he stood in front of her. His body towered over her and blocked her way. What was that he saw in her eyes? Was it...? No, it couldn’t be.
“What is wrong with you?” He spoke from all his height. Watching her small figure standing below him.
“Excuse me?” She crossed her arms over her chest.
He huffed. “You know very well what I’m talking about.”
“Look, Rick.” She ran her fingers over her hair. “I’m sure the others are worried. Let’s be on our way.” Her voice strained, and she cleaned the dirt from her dress, trying to ignore the trembling on her hands.
“No.”
“No?” She tilted her head, searching his face for an answer.
Rick took a step closer. Not enough to enter her personal space, but enough to make her uncomfortable. “Not long ago, you were in my arms. Kissing me like there was no tomorrow.” Another step. “Moaning my name and holding me closer.” One more step, and he was all over her. “What the fuck, Prim?”
“What do you want me to say?” She balled her fists by her sides.
Rick bent to level with her. “The truth would be great.”
“The truth?” She asked, disbelieving. “You talk as if I was the one who walked away….” Prim closed her eyes. “You know what, Mr. Colonel Flag? There is something called attraction and loneliness.” She placed her hands on her hips. “We both feel them and can’t deny them. But don’t worry, I know exactly where I stand in your life.” She looked up at him and saw the deep frown on his face.
“Where you-”
“Let’s be professionals about it, okay?” She readjusted her clothes and hair. Ignoring his half question. “I’m sure Sol is waiting for you.” She rolled her eyes. She didn’t mean to, but it seemed her emotions were in command.
“Wait a minute.” He smiled and chuckled. He covered his mouth with his hand in surprise. “Are you jealous?” He searched her features for any sign that he was right.
Prim blinked several times before frowning. “What?”
“You are, aren’t you?” He looked all smug from up there, where he stood tall.
Prim laughed. And it wasn’t her usual laughter. The trees around them shook from their roots to their tops, and the birds joined her sounds as well. She rested her hand on his arm and bent when she had trouble breathing. “Are…” she wheezed. “Are you kidding me?” It took her some time to control herself again. “You must be!” She cleaned a tear from her face. “Oh, creators. That was a good one, Mr. Colonel Flag.” Without looking at his face, she circled him and headed to camp.
Rick was dumbfounded. Could he be that wrong about her? Did he just make a fool of himself? Of course, he did. Why on earth would she be jealous for him? Him! He pinched the bridge of his nose and followed her. Fuck!
Prim walked ahead because she was afraid he would call her bluff if he gave her a good look. Was she jealous for him? Of fucking course, she was! Why wouldn’t she be? The image of that woman touching him flashed before her eyes again, and she felt heat rising from her feet. Bitch!
She apologized in silence. It wasn’t her fault. It was no one’s fault a handsome, sexy man would up and appear in their lives. Turn things upside down and make them question everything. Shit! Prim needed to get her shit together and not let anyone see what was happening inside her heart and mind. Something dark growing in her soul.
They reached the camp, and the others were gathered inside the main tent. Bloodsport exchanged glances with Rick while he explained the situation, and they decided to move on. Outside, the mercenary approached Prim and asked if everything was okay, to which she replied with a “Peachy!”
The team and the resistance got ready to leave, and Prim watched from the sidelines Sol give Rick a yellow t-shirt with the cutest bunny she had ever seen. In its hand a sign saying ‘obstáculos son oportunidades’. Prim looked at it and wondered if she should follow the little animal’s advice.
She lifted her eyes from his t-shirt to his face, and there was a fluttering in her stomach. He stared at her with the usual intensity. She averted her gaze before he read too much in her eyes. Finally pieced the pieces together and realized she was madly in love with him.
Shit, Rick! Why did you have to be so sexy and hot and… perfect? Everything I always wanted for me.
Rick sighed from the other side of the camp when Prim averted from his gaze. His heart hammered in his chest when she looked at him. Her laughter echoed in his ears, and the hope insisted on not dying fractured. You want to be professional? Then so be it! The anger that filled his soul wrapped its dark, cold tendrils around his heart and called it home.
Thank you for reading.
Next chapter.
Ipê Branco.
AO3
Tags: Alternate Universe, Canon-Typical Violence, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Angst, Fluff, Jealousy, Slow Burn (ish), Smut, Dubious Consent, Sex Pollen, Rick Flag Lives, Peacemaker dies, Happy Ending.
Chapter 1.
Chapter 19 – “Only the hand that erases can write the true thing.“ .
Summary: Rick and Prim finally have a private conversation to clear once and for all whatever it is that is going on between the two of them.
T.W.: Jealousy / Smut / Happy Ending (final chapter)
Prim woke up feeling the weight of the light blue blanket over her body. She stretched, lifting her arms in the air and yawning. The morning sunrays penetrating the small room reminded her that everything was fine. Rick was fine.
Getting out of bed, she looked around and saw a mirror on the wall. Looking at her reflection, she caressed her natural skin. The green patterns decorating her body never stopped her from feeling in awe. Her connection to her mother and Gaia always something that filled her being with pride. On the left side, a beautiful pale-yellow dress hung on a nail. A note attached to it: ‘Shower and then food, gorgeous!’ Two smiling faces drawn beside the sentence.
Prim giggled and went further into the house to find the bathroom. She searched for the others, but no one was present. On the walls, old and new pictures of the place’s owners. In one of them, an old couple sat on a ragged couch with children surrounding them. The smiles on their faces made Prim caress the wooden frame and ponder if one day she would have a small house filled with children too. Filled with Rick and her children.
From the far future, she heard the giggle of babies and the laughter of a whole family. She smiled, and the house’s flowers bloomed and lived. The place was filled with their natural smells.
She took a quick shower and left to search for the others. She walked out of the door and soon was greeted with children playing on the street. They ran towards her and poked her skin. She talked and played with them in her broken Spanish until she saw Harley beckoning her from the corner. Showering the kids with flowers and seeds, she said her goodbyes.
“Took you long enough.” Harley looked at her. Her brows knitted in worry. The woman grabbed Prim and hugged her in a tight squeeze. “Don’t scare me like that, beautiful. You were sleeping for almost two days.”
“I’m sorry. I never meant to scare you.”
Harley parted and looked at Prim with incredibly soft eyes. “I know, beautiful.” She lifted her pinky, and they laced it chuckling. “Come. I’ll take you to the others.”
“Thank you. So, what happened?”
They walked for three blocks, and Harley told Prim how they had defeated Starro and could blackmail Waller into getting rid of her and her missions, with Rick included in the mix. She wiggled her eyebrows at Prim and had a big mischievous grin on her lips.
She also explained that Sol and her friends had taken over the government and implemented a democracy. They stopped in front of a blue house decorated with a carefully kept garden in the front. “Go on,” Harley spoke with a huge grin on her lips. “He’s waiting for you.” She winked and disappeared behind the house.
Prim’s heart beat fast when she walked inside. From up the stairs, a gleeful laughter reached her ears. She placed her hand on the handrail and listened to ensure she wouldn’t interrupt the conversation. While she waited silently for a sign to proceed and not waning to overhear something she might regret, she heard Rick’s voice congratulating a woman who she soon discovered was Sol.
She really didn’t want to, but her mind flashed her eyes with images of the two together, and she clenched her jaw. Squeezing the cold handrail until her knuckles turned white, she took deep and slow breaths to calm down. Walking up the steps, she made sure to have a smile on her face. Her hand rose in the air to knock on the semi-closed door when it opened, and she came face to face with the woman.
“I’m glad you’re awake!” Sol had a stunning smile on her face. “Are you feeling better? Is there anything I can do to help?”
“No, thank you. Although I would like to thank the house owners for having me.”
“You’re welcome. The house is mine.” She rolled her eyes playfully. “My parents, actually. I couldn’t let the people who helped save my country out on the streets. Did you have a good rest?”
“I did, yes. Thank you very much.”
Sol looked back at Rick before leaving. “I’ll leave you two alone. I’m sure you have a lot to talk about.” She squeezed Prim’s shoulder and closed the door when she left.
Prim entered the place with a scowl on her face and noticed Rick watching her. He was sitting behind the office’s table. Maps and papers and things she didn’t know were scattered on top of it. On one side, a plate filled with fruits rested near him.
She walked to him with apprehension in her steps. He stared at her with no emotions betraying him in his eyes. When he crossed his arms over his chest and leaned back, his chin went up, and she couldn’t stop thinking how perfect he was.
“Good morning.” Prim walked up to him and sat on the chair across from him. He sat straight in his chair and reached for the fruits, resting the bowl in front of her. “Is… Is everything okay?”
“We need to talk.” He leaned forward and rested his arms on the table, lacing his finger in front of her.
Again, she searched his eyes for some sort of clue to what was going on, but they gave nothing in response.
“Okay.” Okay. I can play this game too. “What is it you want to talk about?”
“You.” His one-syllable answer made her squirm on the seat.
“Are you sure you don’t prefer to talk about Sol?” She grabbed the first fruit her hand touched. “You two were having a blast a few minutes ago.” She bit the fruit, and the sweet flavor of blackberry filled her mouth. Her head turned to the right, avoiding his gaze.
“She was changing the bandage on my abdomen.” One side of Rick’s mouth curved up, satisfied when Prim’s jaw clenched. “I have to be on my best, don’t you think?”
“Of course you do.” Prim’s tone laced with hidden anger. “The woman practically saved your life.” If the poison on her words were real, she would be dead.
There was silence in the place. She waited and waited for Rick to say something, but nothing came. “Mr. Col-” She slumped her shoulders and turned his way. Her eyes met his mischievous grin. “What?” She asked, angry.
“I was just testing a theory.”
“Which is?”
“You are jealous of Sol.” He tilted his head. His grin bigger.
Prim opened and closed her mouth several times. She ate another blackberry and crossed her arms over her chest. “What if I am?” She looked at him with defiance in her features.
Rick stood. The slow movements made his muscles visible and the flinch too. Prim tried to reach him only to back away, still angry at him. He walked around the table with his hands on his back, not looking at her. He stopped in front of her and bent to be at her level. “No.”
“No?” She frowned. “What do you mean no?”
“Just no.” He placed his hands on the armrests beside her and neared to whisper in her ear. “That won’t do.”
There they stood, waiting to see what the other would do.
“I don’t… I don’t understand.”
“Admit it.”
“Admit what?”
“That you are jealous.”
Prim leaned back far enough to look into his eyes. She searched his face, and all she found was his smirk. “Do it first, then.” His smugness became confusion.
“Do what?”
“Admit you were… are jealous of Boomer.” She leaned forward, making him do the same, and pretended she was cleaning the skirt of her dress. His hands still on the armrests beside her.
“I am.”
It took several seconds for Prim to understand his words. When they sank in, her head snapped to him. “You are?” Her voice low, and her body slumped further in the chair.
“Very much so. How could I not?” Rick smiled softly at her. His fingers ran through his hair, and he stood straight. Walking to the couch under the window and sitting on it. “I’m just so tired. I’m tired of making the same mistakes. I just need a chance to do it right.” His fingers swept his face. “Tired of doubting and hoping. I know I’m not worthy of being with you, but-”
“No.”
“No?” He looked at her. His eyes filled with sadness.
Prim walked to Rick and stopped in front of him. They looked at each other for an eternity until she reached down and held the hem of her skirt to pull it up, showing part of her thighs to him. Rick watched her place one leg after the other beside his body and then straddle him. She let the fabric pool around her and cupped his face. “I am.”
“You are?”
She leaned and whispered in his ear. “I am jealous, Mr. Colonel Flag.” She looked into his eyes with a smile on her lips. “Very much so. How could I not?
Rick laughed. The laughter bounced on the walls. Prim felt his chest trembling under her splayed fingers. His hands that rested beside her legs came to land on her knees, making their way up her thighs and hips to stop at her waist.
“Why do you always do this?”
“Repeat your words? Make you taste your own poison?” She wiggled her brows at him.
“Make me feel at ease. Happy and content. Wanting more. Always more.” He pulled her close. “Wanting you,” he said on her lips.
Prim pushed the hair away from his eyes and kissed his forehead. She looked up through the window and saw a flock of birds flying in the clear sky. She sat back on his thighs and raised her hand to her chest, taking a small seed from there.
“What is it?”
Without answering, she took his t-shirt off and admired his chest, running her nails on the scar near his heart. For a moment, she got lost in the past but was pulled to the present when he laced his fingers on hers over his scar and kissed her knuckles.
She took the bandage off his wound and placed the seed there. “Prim?” She heard Rick ask but ignored his question and closed her eyes, pressing her palm against his skin. She felt him flinch and heard his grunt but pushed further. “Prim?” He asked again, and she opened her eyes.
In slow motion, she took her hand away from there. From the wound, only the scar remained.
“What… what did you do? What is it?” Rick asked, running his fingers over it.
“Me,” she answered with a smile. “It’s a part of me.”
“What do you mean a part of you.”
Prim chuckled, running her hands over her nape. “It’s a part of my being. My soul.” Her fingers caressed both scars.
“You cured me with your soul? And what happens to you?”
“By giving you a seed, I give you a tiny part of my healing ability. When I gave you this seed, I became more human.” Her hand rested on his jaw, and her thumb caressed his cheek. There was only kindness in her eyes.
“More human? Does it mean you can die?”
“Not immediately, no. One day that I hope is far away.” She chuckled, but he scowled.
“Why would you do that?” He cupped her face. There was desperation in his tone. “Prim!” He hugged her. Held her close to him, afraid she would disintegrate like the animals she conjured before.
“Isn’t it obvious?” She rested her cheek on his shoulder. “I’m erasing the mistakes in our past and writing a clean future.” She embraced him with the same intensity his arms held her. “Because I love you, Rick Flag.”
Rick tensed. His brain short-circuited. He had hoped she would say she had feelings for him. From there, he would work hard until he heard her say she loved him.
He was not prepared at all to hear her confession.
He nuzzled the crook of her neck. “I love you too.” Was all he could say. All he could do.
“And there it is,” she spoke softly near his ear.
Rick had his nose buried in her hair. Inhaling her in. “What?”
“You admitting you believe in love.” She caressed his nape. Her fingers brushing his skin in a trail of delicate touch.
He felt Prim stir in his arms, pulling her body away and pressing her forehead on his. She brushed her nose against his and whispered, “kiss me.” Her fingers found their way up his nape, into his hair. “Make me yours today and for eternity.” She caressed his lips with her thumb. “Tell me you love me and make me yours, Rick.”
Rick embraced her once again. His lips devouring hers. His hands roamed the patterns on her body, searching for every spot that made her shiver. Made her laugh.
He kissed her lips, her chin, and her jaw. The straps on her shoulders were pushed down with the tips of his fingers. Her perked nipples caressed with the tip of his tongue. He bit the green skin on her collarbone and buried his nose in the crook of her neck, listening to every sound she made.
He held the skirt of her dress and pulled it up, only to stop when he noticed her skin was turning back to the color of her human disguise. “Don’t,” he pleaded. “I want to feel you. To see you.” He kissed her lightly. “I want all of you. The real you.”
Prim smiled, and he felt his heart burst with happiness. He watched mesmerized, as the seeds in her hair bloomed, and soon it was decorated with many white flowers. She kissed him with fervor and passion. She found the button of his pants, and he felt her hands on his cock. Stroking it with long strokes.
Rick held her waist and pulled her up to him. His hands slid down her back and ripped her underwear off on his way down to the back of her thighs. Lifting her, he helped her line herself with his cock, lowering her with a loud moan escaping both of their lips when she was fully seated, and his cock buried deep inside her.
She looked into his eyes. Mischief swirling inside them and the desire to be playful too deep to be ignored. “My name, Sunshine. Say my name,” she said with glee in her voice.
Rick laughed. His fingers found her hair and pulled her head back. Exposing her neck so he could bite on her skin as much as he pleased. He heard a quiet moan fall from her lips, and her hips roll against his. He nipped on her earlobe and whispered in her ear. “You like when I beg?” She nodded, not able to do anything else when he kissed her. “Please, Prim. Please.”
She rolled her hips with more fervor, and Rick bit the inside of his mouth. He tried to think about anything else but how she felt around him. Squeezing and moaning and making him whole.
Something escaped his lips, but he didn’t know what it was. So, he let the words repeat. “Tell me you’re mine, Prim.” He grabbed her hips and thrust up into her. “Please, Prim. Be mine.” His voice strained.
“Yours,” she said with lust in her voice. Her lips against his forehead. “Only yours, Rick.” Her words made him shiver. Goosebumps made their slow way through his body, leaving a trail of pleasure in their wake. He felt her trembling under his touch. Her legs shook against his skin, and her lips declared her love for him once again.
Rick pulled her closer, trying to delay the end, but her silky voice in his ears telling him she was his and her fingers on his hair pulling his head for another kiss was the final push. He dove his finger in her hair, pressing her lips further against his before his climax overtook his senses.
Prim fell on his chest. Her face on the crook of his neck and his arms around her body. They stayed there in the warmth radiating from them. Her thumb caressing the scar over his heart. “I love you, Mr. Colonel Flag.”
“Really?”
She giggled and nodded. And he did the only reasonable thing. “I love you too, Sunshine.”
He traced the patterns on her skin. Allowing his fingertips to do as they pleased. “What are they?” He kissed her temple. “The flowers in your hair?”
He heard her chuckle and then laugh. She sat on his thighs once again and looked into his eyes. Her chest puffed with playfulness.
“Primroses!”
Rick laughed. The back of his hand found the delicate petals and caressed them. “What do primroses mean?”
“Oh, they have many meanings. I’m sure you’re tired of hearing me talking about flowers.” She rested her cheek on his shoulder and made circles on his chest.
“I love hearing the way your voice changes when you talk about them. Go ahead. Teach me.”
“Are you sure?”
Rick kissed her lips in answer.
“They have many colors and so many different meanings. My primroses are naturally white, so they can mean sadness and mourning but also purity, good health, and new beginnings.”
“Well, I think it’s fitting.”
“What do you mean by that?” She nibbled his skin. “Do I make you sad or something?”
“Well, you did. When we were not together. I thought I would never have you, that you didn’t want me.” He chuckled, waiting for her to say something. “Prim?”
“Are we? Together I mean.”
“Oh, Sunshine. Now that I have you in my arms and it is all in the clear, I’m not letting you go so easily.” He embraced her. “Besides, you said it yourself. You are mine.” He kissed the top of her head.
Prim nodded. “Good, because I’m not letting you leave my side either.” She kissed his jaw.
“Let’s see the rest. Purity? Yes. Your optimism about the world is refreshing. Good health? I’m alive, am I not?” He chuckled. “Do I need to mention new beginnings?” He caressed her hair with lazy fingers.
“It doesn’t matter what color the flowers are because all of them mean the same thing in their core.” She pulled his face down to look into his eyes. “I can’t live without you.”
Rick smiled. “I do like the sound of that.” He kissed her, pulling her close to his chest once again. Feeling her hair cascading onto his skin.
They spent the morning together between kisses and moans. Prim teasing him about admitting he believed in love. When he asked her about her mother and Prim’s goal she told him she had more than enough proof humanity should be saved. Rick’s almost death because he believed in something more, the group coming back to save a city they didn’t live in because there were people in need were some of them, but the biggest one, was that she found love and that love had found her as well.
After lunch, the misfits would head to the airport to return to the USA. Before they could go, though, Prim needed to take another bath. Rick waited for her near the bus listening to the group chatting when he saw Prim approach.
His heart was light and content. He knew she was his, and he was hers, and nothing could separate them.
She walked surrounded by the children. Playing and laughing with them. As soon as she neared the group, the children ran away.
Rick watched her give Boomer a tight hug and a slap on the head. They talked about something that made the thief laugh. She turned to Rick with a smile on her face.
“How many do you think we should have?” he asked.
“What are you talking about now, Mr. Colonel Flag?” She placed her hands on her hips and shook her head.
“Children, of course.” He saw her expression go from shock to excitement in a single second. She ran and jumped into his arms, crossing her legs around his waist.
“As many as we can!” She peppered his face with light kisses.
Their friends laughed, and Bloodsport voiced his opinion saying children were a liability.
The couple ignored his words and walked to the bus with laced fingers. On their lips, only the future.
FIN
Thank you for reading I really hope you liked it. Hugs from Brazil.